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Day 3–Surprise Ending

Day 3—Surprise Ending 
Rub my eyes, rub them again. It’s still there the veiled view from my camo hide. 
Last night’s rain gives rise to a misty morn. The watched area where the quest of my daily vigil is to appear, while still lush and green, seems a farther reach.

Will this haze-shrouded pasture now give less concern to the wary, antlered buck?
Will he send some innocent doe to precede him for safety’s verification?
I wait to see. 

While waiting I cast my gaze about:
the rain has accelerated that leafy descent—a golden-hued carpet spreads out before me.
Now appear nearly bare limbs of those soon expected barked skeletons. Winter’s cold, grey skies are drawing ever closer.
 
How long will I still be sitting here and watching?
Am I some Rip Van Winkle who may awake to find a dramatically changed world?
Will my trusty muzzleloader have yielded to creation’s relentless decay?

An imagination gone wild, you say, yet the silent ticking of my digital timepiece slowly records the passage of time, and I cannot conjure up even one cloven hooved quadruped to challenge my sights. 

An hour has somehow escaped since Day Three’s vigil began—time to turn again to tea and cashew, a comforting reprieve from the morning’s diligence. 

That done, I‘ll give thought to more spiritual ponderings.
“Patience is a virtue” the scripture doesn’t say, but implies from the lives of so many of the saints. Apostle Peter in his second letter mentions virtue as a foundation to build on. It is linked to diligence. But he fails to define “virtue.” Webster says it is from the Greek and has to do with a basic morality. Since it is taken from idol-worshiping Greek it should be modified to indicate a foundation of Ten Commandments and Torah—which I’m sure Peter and his followers understood. 

“I thought you were hunting,” you say. 
Okay, let’s apply virtue to hunting. 
Patience is a fruit of the Spirit. So if I exercise patience while hunting I am exhibiting virtue. 
And now another hour has slid by—the meadow remains peaceful and empty of quarry.
Patience my virtuous friend. 

And so Day Three comes to an end. How many more days will my virtue remain victorious? Is there some other spiritual principle I’m missing?
Don’t tell me—let it be a surprise.

Kennedy Brown
November 6. 2017